Over fall break, we went with some friends to a local plant nursery for their fall festival. It was funny, because all the little friends were girls, and then there was my bundle of chaos I call my son.
For example, the girls all clumped together in a photo op area. When I yelled for the boy to join them for a picture, he instead stood next to the photo op.
We had to buy a wristband to get to ride/participate on the special areas. His favorite was the peddle cars. So much so, that I let him have me extra stamp so he could go a second time. Can you see him right in the middle of the picture?
He insisted on bein Steve from Minecraft. He'd told people for weeks, everytime Halloween came up. So husband and I gave up our dream of a family costume of beekeeper and bees. But at least the boy helped paint his own costume.
I made the head, the boy painted his body and those two pig blobs are supposed to be his arms. He also needed to be able to hold his pick axe and he suggested cutting holes for his hands. So clever. Of course, at the church trunk-or-treat, and then at trick-or-treat-ing in the neighborhood, he skipped the arms and body completely, then ditched the head after 30 min or so.
